Middle. Eldest. Only. Written by Kayla Weinkauf I felt her pain before I heard it. Despairing dry heaves flew across the phone and hung heavy on my shoulders. They suffocated me like a dense fog on a bitter morning.
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when you reach the wondrous year of 2035 you will chuckle and chortle more often than you cry bitterness will be exchanged
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